When I close my eyes and think of Magic … These are varied images that flashed across my mind. Maybe I’m too slow and never have a camera ready to photograph magical moments! They happen so fast…Only the final product pictures are added here. Wish I could make them last longer for a few Kodak moments😉Here we go…
When you pick a piece of dusty wood,
On an inkling that suspense reveals as mystery should;
You sand and varnish, repeatedly good-
Suddenly you stop, you know this table is “The best I ever could!”
When you write an unusual format of a book,
and forever edit, future on unsure hold.
One day you reach the last page of a published book,
Unusual format striking a chord. Rethink anew, step now bold.
When you cross a street in the nick of time,
Two strangers make the same judgement of distance and time,
Your eyes meet, smiles sync like fools,
and you both know it was really cool.
While teaching a child,
Whose enthusiasm so mild.
You try to explain in different ways,
A sudden “I get it!”
makes you lightly sway.
In a time of fading respect grand,
A stranger or elder passes you by;
Your eyes greet, lend a simple hand,
A glowing smile, connects all, on the fly.
When you dance the dandiyaˆ,
Crafted your own designed sticks,
Swaying among friends and swirling colors,
rhythm of the dhol* echoing your clicks.
^Dandiya: Gujarati dance with a pair of sticks, swirling skirts,
energizing music, and circle of friends in sync.
*Dhol: Large indian drum, beaten on both sides.
Picture credit: Only dandiya dance images are from internet.